Cancer · Mother Earth

Harvesting Cancer

Dear readers, it’s common knowledge how devastating cancer is to patients and their families.

Why??? Resonates in our minds when a loved one is diagnosed with this deadly disease in its many  ways and forms.  We come up with a million possible reasons trying to come to terms with the whys.

But, we are overlooking the practices  modern day farmers are employing when they harvest their crop.  Which is later sold to stores who distribute them and they end up on our tables.  Produce that becomes our breakfast, lunch or dinner along the way.

This is why I’m writing a series of posts related to farming practices and policies and how they are affecting the average consumer.

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We need to go one step further when we are buying the products we consume in our homes.  The other day I opened a bag of spinach I usually buy at the supermarket and looked the company up, to my surprise they were second generation farmers from California who are practicing ecological friendly farming.

Do we need to stop and kind of check out who we’re buying from? I would say “DEFINITELY”.

For example, some years ago when in Puerto Rico the plantain harvest was scarce, they got expensive.  You can get a plantain from twenty-five cents to a dollar.  Some called them “oro verde” which means green gold.  Farmers who were able to harvest them when no other had them to distribute made their fair amount of money.  The land was the vehicle for the business transaction.

The land we live and eat out of is part of this marvelous creation.  Land really belongs to no one.  I have a deed that says that my house in anchored on three acres of land that our under my husband’s name, but nonetheless it’s not really ours.  Can we take it when we finally leave this thing we call life.  I don’t think so! It’s ours to use and share.  It is alive and can nurture our bodies and souls.  Farmers need to step back and see the land they have the privilege of harvesting as a living thing.

The question is, would you poison a person or an animal?

Then why are we poisoning our lands with pesticides?

Pesticides that end up in the food we are putting on our tables.

Pesticides that are linked with cancer in every possible way.  Even though healthy lifestyles are being adopted constantly, the very source of cancer is being overlooked.

We need to seek answers even if with our interrogatives we may cause discomfort to those who are violating the lands that cover this beautiful blue globe.

We would have to ask ourselves, why isn’t the government doing something about this, other than offer workshops on how to handle pesticides to local farmers.  Probably because farmer associations and lobbyists are the very ones that are influencing policy makers who are elected to office every four years.  They hand out their favors through hefty contributions equally to all, they really don’t care to much who or what they respond to because at the end of the day it’s all about politics.

Which brings us back to rethinking where we are getting our food from.  Who are these farmers and distributors that sell the produce.  Here in Puerto Rico green plantains are a staple item, but truth to be told  farmers are heavy on pesticides and those same chemicals end up in our tables.  Produce we feed our families and ourselves with.

Remember, be kind to yourself and to others and practice awareness of the capital humanity has  which is nature with all its resources.  Let us make good use of it.

See you around the corner.

 

References:

Santiago, Xiomara B. Dr.; Rivera, Desiree; Pabon, Agnes; and Garcia, Arnaldo (2016) “
An Examination of the Use of Pesticides in Puerto Rican Agriculture,”RURALS: Review of Undergraduate Research in Agriculture and Life Sciences: Volume 10: Iss. 1; Article 1.
immigration

#Bring Back Our Humanitarianism

Why do we feel the need to pretend things are okay when they are not?

Why do we feel the need to confirm other people’s doings when they are so clearly wrong?

Why do we shrug off things as racism, injustice, selfishness, and so many other  if they weren’t important?

Why do we feel that it’s our duty to stand up for those very far away from our borders when within them so much injustice lies lurking underneath?

It amazes and outrages me a bit, how so many public figures, celebrities even Michelle Obama stood with the poster in front of them, #bringbackthegirls, however nobody speaks of the children and young men in Nogales. We should all pose with selfies that state #Bringbackhumanitarianism

So many question, so few answers.

Many of these questions are rhetorical in a sense.  Their answers lie in our conscious for only us to answer.

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Young men at Nogales Border Patrol Facility Center

Whoever has taken a moment to study our vasts world’s history knows that forms of government and laws have been around for way to long.  Hammurabi’s Code set the example for all civilizations who emerged afterwards to have some sort of rules that will would help people leave peacefully among themselves.

A nation that is still very young in so many ways,  don’t you think can learn a thing or two from the errors of past empires and nations?

The troubles we face are burden on our shoulders.  Yesterdays poverty is still a fresh memory as to segregation, civil rights and so many other things that have made our country what it is today.

Don’t Americans come together united for any cause they may seem worthy beyond our borders, now take a minute to think about finding that same sentiment for a cause within them.

I can’t seem to brush off the images of those children that looked like puppies in a pound.  I can’t let it go, it’s going to take time for those images to go away if they ever will.

So you see, “mis queridos amigos”, our world and our life would be so much better if we raised our heads instead of burying it in the sand, if we raised our voice instead of complying in silence, and if we raised our hands in victory  instead of letting them fall in defeat.  Please, let your heart warm towards these children in Nogales and find in your heart warmth and compassion to help them find their way home. Where ever that may be, because that’s what life is all about.

 

 

Parenting

Is it true that parents live their lives through their children?

When I was in fourth grade we went on a school trip to the United Nations. I was barely ten years old, but it remains today as one of my fondest childhood memories.

As a child I wasn’t much of a talker, and was content just by looking at things and people.  I loved to make up stories about total strangers, relying on their looks.  I still do!

Blame it on my overactive imagination.

My daughter was sure to bring me photos of what I liked the best.
My daughter was sure to bring me photos of what I liked the best.

One of the things I loved the most of visiting the United Nations was the flags displayed in front of the main building. I marveled as the school bus pulled in front of the flags waving from their posts. It amazed me!

I hardly can recall what the guide told us because I was to busy looking and taking in everything I saw.

Commission on the Status of Women 2011
Commission on the Status of Women 2011

The second best thing I liked about it was where they all sat together. I just marveled at the form of the room they sat together in.

Since I had shared my memories (probably to many times with my children), my daughter made sure she was going to bring me back some pictures to match my fond memories.

On top of just being there not as a tourist, but as part of a Commission made my day.  I felt so proud of her. In my wildest dreams I would never have imagined that my daughter thirty-five years later would be in the same place I had seen in awe.

New York 2011
New York 2011

I’ve heard many times that “parents want for their children, what they would have wanted for themselves.” In this case, it’s true.  I don’t want to live my daughter’s life, but I sure got a kick out of how lucky I was because we have common interests.

My very much-loved Stephy, closed a circle in my life that day.

I have dedicated my life to raising and taking care of my family with no regrets of my sacrifices.  It’s all worthwhile, if they can go places and try to make a difference in the world,  I’ve completed my mission.

The day she returned home and shared her pictures and memories with me is one of my fondest memories of parenting this amazing young woman. Both memories remain stored in my life’s hard drive.

It doesn’t get better than that!